"What the fuck to you. You fired! What the fuck toyou!"
Dustin couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You'refiring me as if this is my fault? Some guy comes in here and bites this dude'sthroat open and it's my fault? You're unbelievable."
"You leave door open. You let man behind bar, ripout phone. Now I pay for it!" Han screamed as his face grew more and morered. "Now you clean mess, and get out."
Dustin's mouth dropped open at the last part. "Youthink I'm going to clean this shit? Fuck you. I quit." The cops stood idlyby as Han and Dustin had their shouting match, but when Dustin made to walkoff, they spoke up.
"You can't just leave the scene of a crime,"said the taller of the two cops, the black one without the bite mark on hisarm.
"Yeah, we're going to need a statement fromyou," coughed the other cop, a short, red-headed gentleman with thickplastic eyeglasses, and sweat beading up on his forehead.
"C'mon, man. I just quit. Can't we at least do thisoutside? I can't stand the stench of this cheap motherfucker anymore."
"Motherfuck to you!" yelled Han.
The cops looked at each other, and the black one said,"Alright, let's talk outside."
The tall black cop pulled Bill to his feet and hustledhim out of the front door of the bar. The ginger cop followed, and so didDustin. As Dustin put his hand on the door, Old Han yelled to him and asked,"Who is going to clean up this mess?"
Dustin shot him the finger and walked out the door.
Chapter 16: A Total Lack of Trumpets
Katie nearly relaxed when she saw the flashing blue andred lights pull up outside, but just as she was about to throw open theupstairs window and call out to the cops, Jason found a hidden reservoir ofstrength and threw the bedroom door open, the legs of the oak dresserscreeching against the hardwood floor. Kevin, not being strong enough, simplyslid along the floor in his socks, even as he put all of his pitiful weightinto holding the dresser against the door.
Jason's eyes fixed on Kevin, and Katie knew she had to dosomething. "Hey! Over here! You want to fight with someone, fight withme." Jason's attention was momentarily drawn, and she could see that hewas conflicted about who he should attack, the one making all of the noise orthe one that was closest. Jason finally made up his mind, or what was left ofit anyway, and slowly approached Katie.
She quickly threw open the window, as the door wasblocked off by Jason's lumbering form. She continued calling the creature thatwas no longer her husband, hoping to distract him from the sight of Kevininching towards the door. She backed out onto the roof, wishing for something withmore grip than a pair of pink slippers.
Everything was going according to plan, until Kevin,intent on not taking his eyes off of his father for even a second, bumped intothe dresser and sent the lamp crashing to the floor. It's ceramic base burst intoseveral pieces with a crash, drawing Jason's attention. Katie blinked and whenshe opened her eyes Jason's arms were around Kevin who struggled to get away.]
"Stop! You're hurting me! Daddy!" he shrieked,sending chills through her body. Kevin's pleas fell upon deaf ears... and thenJason had his teeth in Kevin's throat.
Katie's slippered feet slid on the hardwood floors, andshe felt like she was in one of those nightmares where you run and run, but youjust can't seem to break free. By the time she reached her son, he was coveredin blood, and the light was fading from his eyes. She tugged him out of Jason'sarms, tears streaming down her face. "How could you?" she yelled,dragging Kevin's rapidly fading body down the hall and away from Jason.
Jason's only response was to shamble down the hallway,his hunger not sated. Kevin's feet thumped against the steps as she shuffledbackwards down the stairwell, Kevin coughing up blood the entire time. Shefumbled at the front door, but thankfully it was unlocked. Jason's shadowyshape teetered at the top of the stairs, and then he suddenly lost his balanceand rolled to the bottom. His arm was clearly broken, but she didn't reallycare at the moment as she backed out into the yard, tugging her dead son like aload of laundry in a gunny sack. She knew he was dead, but she wasn't going toleave him behind. She would never leave him behind.
Kevin rose from the pile he had collapsed in, a bonepoking through the skin of his forearm. The lack of pain on his face made herskin crawl, and she began yelling for help.
The cop car was there, but the cops seemed completelyuninterested in helping her. Instead they seemed to be trying to get at the manin the back seat who was bashing his head against the window. Blood ran downhis black face into his bushy beard, and when he saw her, a fire of hope lithis eyes.
"Lady! Help me! Get me out of here!" he yelled.
She continued dragging Kevin down the street, away fromher murderous husband. She didn't know what was going on, but she wouldn't stopuntil Kevin was safe. His socks were soaked by the time she heard the window ofthe cop car break. As she looked up, she saw the man, who had the tell-talelook of homelessness about him, crawl out of the window. Despite her curiosity,the fact that Jason was still chasing after them kept her moving down thestreet.
She had dragged poor Kevin a block when one of herneighbors came running out of his house. He was an old man in flannel pajamabottoms and a plain, white t-shirt. At least 70-years-old, she had seen the mandutifully go for walks everyday for the last ten years. Though they had nevershared anything but a wave, she could sense that he wanted to help her, whichwas good because she didn't know how much longer she could drag Kevin.
The old man helped her lift up her son, and with one ofKevin's arms over each of their shoulders,
